User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190616060212/@comment-3135907-20190629054935

"Gurt seasons." Dowdl walked on more quickly, and cast the shrew a slight smile. He tapped his skull with a digging claw. "Thet be essarkly wot ee'll be doen, boi moi reckonen. Down't ee wurry thoi 'ead 'bowt et. Leave et to owd Dowdl!" The mole had hardly bothered to introduce himself, nor asked the shrew's name. It all felt terribly frivolous in the urgency of the moment.